I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

The video ends with Albion's lightsaber pointing at the desolate land, Crimson Lotus standing proudly, and two pure white Imperial cutting-edge mechs reduced to scrap metal.

A deathly silence enveloped the round table.

Monica Kruzewski, the Twelfth Knight of the Round Table, trembled slightly at the fingertips: "...just two...and..."

The Ninth Knight, Nonette Eniagram, let out a suppressed, beast-like growl:

"...Unforgivable...Tear them apart...They must be torn apart!!"

Bertolik van Barnström, the second Knight of the Round Table, was ashen-faced, his fingers slamming heavily on the armrests.

"This can no longer be defined as traitorous! It's a loss of the Empire's highest technology! Those two under Princess Euphemia's command..."

"The driver is definitely a top-tier threat, far exceeding the average level of the Round Table! We can't afford to lose him piecemeal any longer!"

Bertolise Franks, the fifth Knight of the Round Table, crossed her arms, her usually sarcastic expression now showing a hint of seriousness:

"Gino underestimated his opponent and suffered a setback, but Suzaku... and the destructive power and reckless fighting style displayed by the pilot of that red machine..."

"They're definitely tough nuts to crack; they deserve a purge ceremony."

The tenth Knight of the Round Table, Luciano Bradley, licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust: "It's more interesting when the prey is too strong! Attack together! Tear them apart!!"

Almost everyone's gaze eventually fell on the figure at the far end of the round table, standing motionless like a marble statue.

Bismarck Waldstein, the first knight of the Round Table, "the man closest to the Emperor".

He was not dressed in uniform; his crisp military dress accentuated his broad shoulders and thick back, making him appear as imposing as a mountain.

His face, chiseled like a knife and axe, had cold, hard lines. He crossed his arms and remained silent as a rock.

That one-sided defeat seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.

“Sir Bismarck,” Barnstrob’s voice was questioning.

"The situation has exceeded expectations. Should we summon all the Knights of the Round Table for a decisive and devastating attack?"

Bismarck finally lifted his eyelids slightly, his gaze sweeping over the wreckage on the screen.

A deep, powerful voice rang out, carrying an unquestionable indifference: "Euphemism's knights...and her henchmen. Mere insects."

He didn't seem to think he needed to intervene, and even disdained to comment on Gino and Anya's failures.

"What good would it do to let them live a little longer? The Empire..."

Right now!

Suddenly, a signal was forcibly interrupted on the huge round projection screen, and a signal, like a writhing shadow, invaded the Imperial Security Channel!

A figure wearing the Zero mask appeared in the center of the screen.

At the top of the skyscrapers in the "Eden" district, the night wind billowed his black cloak like an ominous banner.

Bismarck's eyes locked onto the cold metal mask instantly, the invisible scanning beam seemingly trying to analyze every single pixel.

The entire round table conference room was filled with the deathly silence before the storm.

Zero's signature voice, a blend of metallic quality and extreme sarcasm, tore through the silence:

"Good evening, the Empire's sharpest blades. I am grateful for your kind invitation, though the gifts you sent are rather meager, I will accept them with a bit of reluctance."

"But after watching the performance for half a day, I, a mere administrator of the special administrative region, also felt a bit...bored."

His voice suddenly turned sharp, like a viper's tongue: "Especially you—Lord Bismarck Waldstein, the First Knight!"

"The closest thing to a god in legend? The emperor's right hand? A powerful being that controls the workings of all things?"

"So, you don't even have the courage to personally crush an insect? Or is it..."

"You're actually afraid...? Afraid that your title of world's number one... isn't well-deserved?!"

Each sentence is sharper than the last! Each sentence is a more blatant provocation than the last!

Just as the destructive power within Bismarck was about to erupt completely, and his enraged single eye was about to burst red—

On the screen, Zero slowly raised his right hand, as if carrying a heavy and resolute sense of destiny, and gently grasped the edge of the mask.

"Let me personally remove this last bit of boredom."

His voice suddenly changed!

It was no longer the cold, metallic sound of electronic mixing, but... a young, clear voice, yet one that carried an undeniable, authoritative presence!

—Click! The mask fell off!

There was no exaggerated movement; it was simply casually removed from the face, and with a flick of the wrist—"clang!"

The cold metal mask fell to the terrace floor at his feet, rolled a few times, and finally lay there quietly, reflecting the city lights.

A sudden gust of wind rushed into the camera lens, scattering the hair hidden beneath the mysterious disguise.

The eerie black symbol on the screen was no longer there. What was revealed was a face that sent shivers down the spines of all the Knights of the Round Table and made Bismarck's pupils shrink!

Those violet eyes, like cold stars, and those familiar facial features pierced the deepest, most dusty memories of the empire.

She bears a striking resemblance to the legendary "Radiant Marianne"...

Lelouch vi Britannia!

On that young face, there was no fear or mockery, only the calmness beneath a thousand-year-old layer of ice and the cold majesty of someone in complete control.

He slightly raised his chin, his gaze seemingly piercing through the barriers of space and steel.

It locked onto Bismarck's face, which was contorted with extreme shock and rage, with unwavering precision and unquestionable certainty!

A clear, cold voice, like an ancient legal code being read aloud, echoed through the deathly silent round table conference room:

"The name Zero is just a temporary veil."

"Standing before you now is... the eleventh prince of the Empire! Lelouch vi Britannia!!"

The name of the prince struck the hearts of all the Knights of the Round Table like an invisible hammer!

His identity as the son of Princess Marianne shattered their preconceived notions like a lightning bolt!

Lelouch's finger pointed with a judgmental air.

It wasn't aimed at Bismarck himself, but rather seemed to pierce through space, pointing towards Lancelot Albion, who was guarding the ruins:

"...Ah~ Speaking of which, I've recently been considering, after ascending the throne... to follow in the footsteps of my ancestors and rebuild the position of the Zero Knight."

"This position... isn't one that just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can fill..."

"Its symbol... will be above all! The First Knight, the sword that surpasses even the Emperor's!"

"And in my heart... there happens to be someone: Suzaku Kururugi!"

"His bravery and loyalty to his monarch... I think he is very suitable to wear that crown of zero..."

"Bowing in submission..." "Suzaku, Lord of the Zero Riders..." "Lelouch, the Eleventh Prince... the bloodline of Princess Marianne...?!"

The conference room was like a powder keg ready to explode! The Knights of the Round Table were furious, their anger nearly bursting through the roof!

Bismarck Waldstein—the Reich’s “strongest spear”—suddenly rose to his feet.

That right eye, burning with pure rage and the pain of collapsing faith, was fixed on Lelouch's face on the screen!

“Son of Mariana…!!! How dare you… how dare you use your rebellious nature!”

"With such a rebellious act... with such a lowly servant..." His gaze swept over the appointment of the "Zero Knight," his anger intensifying.

"You have defiled your mother's supreme glory!! You have trampled on the creed we have upheld throughout our lives!!"

"Only death can atone for my sins!!!"

The last four words were like lava erupting from the deepest part of hell.

Bismarck turned around abruptly, like a wild beast that had been completely enraged and lost all reason!

He didn't look at anyone else; his target was crystal clear—the hangar! His only objective was destruction!

Destroy that prince who desecrated bloodline and glory! Destroy that lowly "Zero Rider" who was elevated to the top! Eradicate his very existence!

The other Knights of the Round Table in the conference room were completely ignited by this earth-shattering killing intent!

Nonette let out a bloodthirsty shriek, Luciano's eyes blazed with destructive fire, and Barnstrob and the others were also filled with murderous intent!

All the sharpest blades of the empire were finally unleashed when the prince himself removed his mask and threw out the poisoned bait that was enough to overturn the foundation of the Round Table!

An ultimate storm, initiated by Lelouch himself and provoked by the Zero Knights, aimed at completely razing "Eden," has descended irreversibly!

Chapter 47 Dare to face the Dragon Fairy? Very good.

The night wind howled along the edge of the towering terrace, swirling the afterimage of Zero's black cloak.

The sparse lights of the distant city resembled scattered stars, while the myriad lights of "Eden" at our feet formed a tranquil ocean, completely different from the capital.

Lelouch, who had just severed communication with the Imperial Round Table, slowly exhaled a breath that seemed to be mixed with metal shavings.

He was no longer the imposing prince on the screen; his knuckles pressed against his forehead, and his brows betrayed his weariness, as if he were carrying an invisible boulder.

Even a prophet with the memories of rebirth cannot completely ignore the immense pressure brought about by the empire's top military force being mobilized in full force.

"...As you suggested, the bait has been completely cast."

His voice was low, with a hint of hoarseness from tension, "Their all-out attack is a foregone conclusion, and all that's left... is to take a gamble."

A soft, almost ethereal response, carried away by the night breeze, came from the side.

Melusin leaned against the cold metal railing, her silver hair shimmering like liquid metal in the moonlight.

She stretched out her fair fingers, as if catching invisible dust in the air, her posture languid yet exuding an aloofness that kept people at a distance.

"Fish bait? It's just throwing a pebble into an anthill."

"Lord Zero!" A slightly hurried but trying-to-remain calm voice suddenly came from the doorway leading from the terrace to the stairwell.

Fujido Kagami appeared in the doorway in a slightly hurried manner. He was wearing the uniform of the Black Knights, with a sword at his waist, and his expression was extremely solemn.

"Excuse me for interrupting! Top-priority military intelligence!"

"Perception boundary feedback—At least seven ultra-high-speed, high-energy sources have been detected in the direction of the Imperial mainland, breaking through the atmosphere and heading straight for the Special Zone!"

"The estimated impact coordinates are scattered along the outer ring road of the Special Administrative Region! At the latest... it will arrive in ten minutes!"

"Preliminary energy signature analysis...confirms it's undoubtedly a Knights of the Round Table exclusive unit! The number far exceeds previous counts!"

"Governor Euphemia is waiting at the operations command center! All other senior commanders are in position and awaiting your final orders!"

After finishing his report, Todo's sharp gaze swept over the two completely different people on the terrace.

Exhausted and tense yet sharp-eyed Zero, and beside him, a mysterious silver-haired woman who seemed detached and unresponsive to this earth-shattering military intelligence.

The air was stretched to its limit at that moment.

Melosin tilted her head slightly, as if the news brought by Toudou was nothing more than a slightly stronger gust of wind blowing through her hair.

She didn't turn around, but simply pointed her fingertips at the void, as if gently flicking an invisible "pebble".

“Look,” her voice remained ethereal, with a hint of barely perceptible amusement, “the pebbles…are starting to glow. Look at those hurried shadows…how interesting.”

Lelouch lowered his fingers from his forehead and pressed them against the cold metal railing, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

On that weary face, all the hesitation, struggle, and anxiety seemed to be instantly evaporated by an invisible force, leaving only an icy calm.

Deep within his violet eyes, the light that had dimmed under pressure re-condensed, sharp as a quenched blade!

He straightened up, the hem of his cloak billowing in the gale like a black dragon awakening.

When he spoke again, there was no trace of fatigue or hoarseness in his voice, only absolute calmness and unwavering determination:

"I'll go down right away."

He didn't look at Melousin again, no longer dwelling on that vague metaphor, but turned around and strode towards the entrance to the stairwell.

Inside the command center, the crimson glow of the Imperial Knights of the Round Table spread like a deadly virus across the strategic map, tearing apart the defenses surrounding the "Eden" Special Zone.

The piercing alarms, the roar of engines, the explosions, and the wailing of communications intertwined to create a symphony of despair!

Lelouch stood before the control panel, his purple eyes beneath the mask like stars in ice, rapidly analyzing every point of collapse and every possible path to counterattack.

But the Knights of the Round Table's full force was like a torrent of water, and the gaps in their strategy were rapidly closing.

"Coordinates E7 Shield Overload! Lancelot Breakthrough! Track Confirmed—Direct Attack on Area C Water Plant and Core Residential Area!"